love

love

There came one and knocked at the door of the Beloved.And a voice answered and said, 'Who is there?'The lover replied, 'It is I.''Go hence,' returned the voice;'there is no room within for thee and me.'Then came the lover a second time and knocked and again the voice demanded,'Who is there?'He answered, 'It is thou.''Enter,' said the voice, 'for I am within.

There came one and knocked at the door of the Beloved.And a voice answered and said, 'Who is there?'The lover replied, 'It is I.''Go hence,' returned the voice;'there is no room within for thee and me.'Then came the lover a second time and knocked and again the voice demanded,'Who is there?'He answered, 'It is thou.''Enter,' said the voice, 'for I am within.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I heard of a manwho says words so beautifullythat if he only speaks their namewomen give themselves to him.If I am dumb beside your bodywhile silence blossoms like tumors on our lipsit is because I hear a man climb stairsand clear his throat outside our door.

I heard of a manwho says words so beautifullythat if he only speaks their namewomen give themselves to him.If I am dumb beside your bodywhile silence blossoms like tumors on our lipsit is because I hear a man climb stairsand clear his throat outside our door.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.

If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it

Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Works of art are of an infinite solitude, and no means of approach is so useless as criticism. Only love can touch and hold them and be fair to them.

Works of art are of an infinite solitude, and no means of approach is so useless as criticism. Only love can touch and hold them and be fair to them.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Armed I am with love. Disarmed I am.

Armed I am with love. Disarmed I am.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.

I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more.

I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Love me in actions, not in words.

Love me in actions, not in words.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

because two bodies, naked and entwined,leap over time, they are invulnerable,nothing can touch them, they return to the source,there is no you, no I, no tomorrow,no yesterday, no names, the truth of twoin a single body, a single soul,oh total being...

because two bodies, naked and entwined,leap over time, they are invulnerable,nothing can touch them, they return to the source,there is no you, no I, no tomorrow,no yesterday, no names, the truth of twoin a single body, a single soul,oh total being...

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Well, now,if little by little you stop loving meI shall stop loving you little by little.If suddenlyyou forget medo not look for me,for I shall already have forgotten you.

Well, now,if little by little you stop loving meI shall stop loving you little by little.If suddenlyyou forget medo not look for me,for I shall already have forgotten you.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

What makes us leave what we love best?What is it inside us that keeps erasing itselfWhen we need it most,That sends us into uncertainty for its own sakeAnd holds us flush there until we begin to love itAnd have to begin again?What is it within our own lives we decline to liveWhenever we find it, making our days unendurable,And nights almost visionless?I still don't know yet, but I do it.

What makes us leave what we love best?What is it inside us that keeps erasing itselfWhen we need it most,That sends us into uncertainty for its own sakeAnd holds us flush there until we begin to love itAnd have to begin again?What is it within our own lives we decline to liveWhenever we find it, making our days unendurable,And nights almost visionless?I still don't know yet, but I do it.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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